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E gather up a word or look 

A verse or tender song, 
Perhaps along a primrose path 
Perchance through clouds or storm, 
And little dreaming that the years 
Will clothe it — all attuned 
To enter hearts and linger there, 
Life's message to adorn. 

I kiss this tender little song, 
And send it forth to find 
A dwelling place in some dear heart 
Where it may gently bloom, 
Intwined with thoughts like purest gems. 
Such music to unfold; 
T'will lift their souls on wings of thought 
New visions to behold. 



''ftutt Wt En Ihfs louse'* 

Luke 10-5 
EACE be to this house ! 
As I enter, I utter the words anew, 
Asking a blessing to abide 
Through many a year with you, 
Knowing that somehow and sometime 
Believing with trusting heart 
That the peace of the wonderful Savior 
Will dwell and abide in your house. 

Peace be with you ! as you journey 

Along the highway of hfe, 

With a song on your lips, and 

And your mind attuned 

To the still small voice in your heart 

Knowing that Life eternal 

Flings wide its portals of Love, 

When you come to the end of the journey. 

And you rest at the end of the road. 

Peace be with you! at twilight. 
When the evening of life is come, 
And you see in the west the fading light 
And you know that the day is done. 
Peace be with you! shadows lengthen, 
And the light of life is done. 
May your dimming eyes, glimpse Paradise 
And know the Victory won. 



my Smflage laok 

gr HERE'S a dear little book I call my own 

^ With a cover of gold and blue, 

Tied with a love-knot of silken cord 

And tassels of rainbow hue ; 

And the leaves of this book are radiant tints 

With sunbeams playing through. 

For this little book holds the smiles of my friends 

And the wonderful smile of You 

And around each smile is a golden chain 

Of friendship's delicate weaving, 

Each link is held with a beautiful thought 

The thoughts of Friendship's making. 

And at the end is a golden heart 

The heart of a friend in my keeping 

And each fair page has For-get-me-nots blue 

And Rosemary — that's for thoughts of You 

And woven among the flowers gay 

Are the prayers I say, at close of day. 

And as I turn each page to see 
The smile of those so dear to me, 
I seem to feel the warm handclasp 
And kindly word of those who passed 
Each with a faith and courage brave 
And smiled along Life's way. 

There's the smile that comes thro a mist of tears 

And the smile of understanding; 

The smile of joy and the smile of peace 

And the one like a benediction; 

And the smile that forgives and forgets each fault 

With love and sweet devotion. 

I gently close my book of smiles 
So precious they are to me; 
And I count these smiles my blessings 
As thro tear-dimmed eyes I see 
Your face — while the shadows deepen 
And your wonderful smile for me- 



[HEN twilight comes stealing 

far, far o'er the hills, 
And purple mist, hides from our visions 
the fields, 
And nature has veiled all in fragance 

and dew, 
It is then, dearest Mother, I'm thinking 
of you. 

When I'm nearing the end of Life's 

little day, 
Will there be some one dear to me — 

near me — each day ? 
Shall I be blest as you — with loved 

ones near 
And those who have journeyed thro 

life — ever dear? 

Will there be some one to smile 

thru tears 
After the storm and stress of the 

years, 
Some one to guide my faltering feet 
At last, where Time and Eternity meet? 

I long for your answer, dear 

Mother O'Mine, 
But you answer me not — for when I am old 
Those I have loved will be 

far, far away, 
And I shall be old and weary-and-gray. 

You will meet me, I know, at the 

end of the road. 
When the journey is ended, 

and lifted the load. 
And we'll walk through Eternity 

your hand in mine. 
As we w^alked here together, 

Dear Mother O'Mine. 



Ihe Bagranl Heart 



i|l|l Y heart has many Loves 



In spring the soft blue sky and fleecy 
clouds, 
The sighing south winds, 

The insistent cooing of the dove — calling its mate 
The birds in wordless melody 
These are my Loves. 

In June — the rose — kissed into fragrant bloom 

By the ardent sun, 

The radiant butterfly — flitting drowsily from 

flower to flower. 
The smiling brook, in shady woods, 
The silence of la perfect day — the tender twilight, 
These are my Loves. 

Sweet scented Autumn — and falling leaves 
An artist has painted in the rainbow hues, 
The Indian summer — with its purple haze, 
The lowing cattle — home coming 
The dusky lane — and open gate. 
These are my Loves. 

Winter — with snow clad hills — the pastures 

brown. 
Grotesque shadows of the trees along the path, 
The red sun — and sleigh bells faintly heard on 

the frosty air. 
The early dusk — and pale cold moon. 
The starry night. 
These are my Loves. 

A cottage where love dwells, 
The evening meal — the fire light glow 
A wee maid nestling 'gainst the knee 
The smile of Her so dear to me. 
Hearts-ease and sweet content are these. 
My vagrant heart no more shall roam, 
Down Primrose paths, but rest at home — 
These are my Loves. 



7i DO not ask the way, 
'^ Nor care to understand 
Or, why my cross seems 
heavier to bear, 
Through coming years; 
I only know "Thy way be mine" 
Content, if Thou wilt hold my hand 

Much joy I have — though 
Sorrow with bowed head 

has walked with me 
Through many a weary day ; 
Yet — Thy great enfolding love 
Has greater comfort given me. 

Hold Thou my hand 
And I shall safely walk 

through night of storm, 
Or noonday splendor, 
Suffice to know that still 

Thou leadeth me. 

And when through waters still 

and deep — unfathomable, 
I sink to fall asleep — 

unknown — unsung. 
Grant me sweet rest 

in fields elysian. 
Holding Thy hand. 

No fear of death can come. 
If Thou art with me — 
Serene I wait the coming 

of the years. 
If Thou wilt guide my footsteps — 

ever watchful, 
I'll trust Thee still; 
If Thou wilt hold my hand. 



Cbtslereb 

IDDEN away in a Casket rare, 
Inlaid wih jewels rich and fair, 
Are treasures I fain would forever keep. 
Cloistered deep in this Casket rare. 

The key that unlocks this Casket rare, 
Is fashioned of tears and Memories dear, 
And when the twilight all silver and sheen 
Comes softly stealing across the room — 
I take this little key of my heart 
And open this wonderful jewel box. 

Deep in the recess hidden from view, 
Garland with thoughts, and dreams of You, 
Is a Heart of Gold, strung on a chain so fine 
You scarce would think 'twould our hearts entwine 
But so strong is this Love-chain 
The years cannot sever. 

This little Casket is full of dreams. 

And a faded flower — and though 

It seems but yesterday since I placed them there, 

'Tis years long gone. 

There's a tear that fell from Some One's eyes 

When we parted in silence, too deep for sighs. 

And memory beats at the door of my heart. 

For the by-gone hours. 

But 0! this Casket of dear, dead things. 

Where haunting Memory sweeps the strings. 

Of half forgotten old love songs — 

I clasp them all to my longing breast. 

And kiss them with lips that are numb with pain, 

0! little love song, 
O ! Heart of Gold, 
Leave with me ever 
Your thoughts untold — 
My Rosary of the years. 



Heart nf Mint 

/j^ ! Heart of Mine — 

^^ Why should we so regret 

The years our hearts knew not 

Of such sweet bliss. 

'Twere better thus to live 

Each day apart, and fill the hours 

With jeweled Memories, 

Than sip the golden Nectar 

From the Chalice brim. 

Such joy could not endure 

The fervid sun. 

Which like a god of fire 

Rides high the Heavens — 

But needs must faint 

In ecstacy so rapturous, 

That clinging lips were 

Dumb to Love's imploring. 

To know such joy 

'Twere Life itself to live; 

To lose such bliss, 

'Twere better thus to die. 

O! Heart of Mine! 

Why should we be afraid, 

If only night may find us 

Hand in hand. 



3 ENTER at an eve'n twilight 
A room of faint shadows 
And close drawn blinds, 

Where candle light thru soft shades 
Faintly gleaming, 

Keep watchful silence. 

I lie upon a couch imperial; 

While draperies soft 
Enfold my silent form. 

And perfume, faint, elusive, 
Frought with mystery. 

Pervades the air. 

And many come to look upon a face 

They knew, scarce breathing. 
Lest they, my sleep disturb. 

A sigh — soft, as the muted strings 
Of a harp, swept by unseen fingers, 

Steals o'er the silence- 

One breathes a prayer ; 

Perchance — one who loved bends o'er me — 
While tears like a benediction 

Bathe my cold brow. 

******** 

But I shall rest, as one 

Who after a long day, 
Seeks his couch to dreamless slumber. 

My body dead — my Soul in some secret 
Hiding place, known to God, 

Embarks upon a sea of midnight darkness, 
Seeking the Harbor of Eternal Life. 

Swift as an arrow — 

Straight from the Archer's bow. 
With furled sail, my Soul 

Shall enter the Port 
At an Eternal Dawn. 



Jfrtente 

'3| WOULD ask no greater blessing 
'^ Than thru life to call you friends, 
Just to know that tho the years come 
You would still just be my friends — 
That the years would be so tender 
Of our friendship — you and I, 
That when parting comes — our silence 
Needs no words for our goodbye. 

I could wish no greater pleasure 

Than the joys we all have known, 

I could ask no greater service 

Than the service you have shown. 

In the many thoughts that's woven 

Like a robe of rainbow hue. 

It's just a bit of Heaven 

Caught with threads of friendship true. 

And I pray I may be worthy 

To be called a friend — by you. 

Friendship, like the evening shadows 
Of our lives that brighter grow, 
'Till the twilight comes upon us, 
Twilight, with its after-glow. 
And we dream again of loved friends 
Who were with us in the past. 
Lightening with their love and kindness 
Life's weary load — till free at last. 

So I greet you with this message 
That we live, that each today 
Leaves no kindly word unspoken 
That may help along the way. 
Each tomorrow, brings you nearer 
The crown of Life that you have won, 
May you share in richest blessings 
For the good that you have done. 



"GThy Mill le Sone" 

This poem was written just before entering- a 
hospital for an operation, with .one chance of 
recovery against a thousand odds, demon- 
strating- that "Jesus is able to save, even 
to the uttermost." 



29 EAR God, it's such a little while 
'^ When I must stand the test of pain 
Grant me, a faith and courage strong 
To meet the night, as I have met the dawn. 

Stay Thou near by, I need Thee in this hour 
When human love no longer can endure, 
When faltering tongue, and fainting hearts 

despair 
Help me to bear my cross alone. 

And if, at last the Victory be not mine 
And Life shall close its last fair page for me 
Grant me, Lord, abiding grace to say 
"Thy will be done." 

And when my feet shall cross, thru waters deep 
To that Fair Land, veiled now from mortal eyes 
Hold Thou my hand, and on Thy peaceful breast 
I'll gently fall asleep. 

To rest secure, safe from the ills of life 
To meet again the loved ones waiting there — 
Life is so dear, yet Lord, help me to say, 
"Thy will be done." 



Sang af the Heart 



JJT HERE'S a song in my heart 

^ That has never been sung; 

There's a smile that I see through tears, 

There's a heart that is longing 

To call me back, 

After the long weary years. 

There's a face that I see 

That is dearer to me. 

Than the wealth of the world untold ; 

And my wandering feet 

Take the path, cool, and sweet 

To the Dear One, who waits for me. 

In my dreams, fair to me 

Is a cot by the sea ; 

Where Roses and Arbutus sweet 

Frame a face, in whose eyes 

The love-light lies. 

As she watches and waits for me. 

Tho' the years have passed by 

Since we whispered good-bye — 

By the sea in that long, long ago — 

Still her voice calls to me, 

"I am longing for you" 

And I answer, "Love, I'm coming home." 



**Ansuier** 

'ijF you knew how much your smile meant 
'^ As you journey along life's way, 
If you knew how much a kind word 
Helped along a weary day, 
If you thought some one w<as waiting 
Just to see your kindly face, 
Would you frown on them a greeting — or — 
a smile? 

If you knew a heart in sadness 
Waited for your smile in vain 
If some loved one should be taken 
Never to return again; 
Would you leave the words unspoken 
That you spoke in bitterness, 
Could you wound a heart so loving 
If you knew their heart's distress? 

If you knew that on the morrow 
Life would end for you — Ah, then 
Would you want to live it over. 
Just the same again; as when 
Life's fair morning beamed upon you 
And you had your chance to give 
To the world your smiles and kind words 
If you knew — ^What would you give? 



mh ffrtenb (§'Mm 

/J^LD Friend O'Mine— 
^^ With the cheery smile, 
You have wandered many a weary mile 
A-down life's way. 

Old Friend O'Mine 
With heart of gold, 
What are your Visions, new or old 
At close of day? 

Old Friend O'Mine— 
In your verses sweet, 
I have caught a glimpse 
Of your faith complete, 
Tho ills beset. 

Old Friend O'Mine— 
With your kindly face, 
Patiently striving to do your best 
Still undismayed. 

Old Friend O'Mine— 
As you journey on, filled 
With love and patience strong, 
God bless thee still. 

Old Friend O'Mine— 
When life is done, 

A crown of Life you have nobly won 
At Heaven's gate. 



Old Friend O'Mine— 
When we say farewell, 
When the lights grow dim, 
And the twilight bell 
Tolls the parting hour 

For you and I — 
Let us rest 'neath the shadow 

of His wings 
'Till the Night is past 
And Heaven's morning gleams, 

Old Friend O'Mine. 



JJT ODAY, he knows the sadness of our hearts 
^ And that we miss this kindly friend of ours 
Who gave a cheery word and tender smile — 
Ever courageous, faithful to the last. 

Undaunted by the ills of life 

He failed not, but looking up 

He saw the crown eternal, not the cross, 

And we who mourn him, know 

That nov/ at last. Life's mysteries, sorrow, pain 

and loss 
He understands — and knows 
That ''God is Love." 

A few brief years for us 

the cross to bear. 
And then with those dear loved 

ones gone before. 
Never to parted be — 

We'll meet again. 



memories nt |[au 



^S the night brings out the stars, 
'*^ So night brings your memory dear 
As twilight fades in the golden west, 
I am dreaming "sweetheart" of you. 
Though the years may drift by, 
There is blue in the sky 
And I'll wait till you bid me come; 
As the night brings out the stars. Dear, 
So night brings memories of You. 

As the morn clothed in dew 
Greets the sun, Dear, 
And the night folds her wings 
And sinks to rest, 
While the rose with her blushes 
Lifts her head to the bee 
And is kissed by the soft winds that blow- 
So my Heart sends to you 
From its Altar of Love, 
The song on my lips — "I love you." 



3n Ansuier 

3F in your eyes, 
Your tender, beaming eyes, 
I seem more fair than others, 
Yet to the World not so; 
Or, if my smile means 
Much to you each day — 

If in your heart 
Your tender, loving heart 
My image is engraven, 
WTiere others may not come, 
Or take my place — 

I shall be well content 

To give my days into your keeping 

Assured that Life can give 

No greater joy than this — 

To love, and be beloved, dear of you. 



The author of this little poem wrote this after 
the doctors pronounced the verdict of "only 
six months to live" — She still lives. 

QT IS said, "Hope springs eternal in the human 

^ breast." 

Now I believe that story along with the rest. 

Hope's been springing on my chest, 

'Till there's nothing left but my old wishbone. 

Now my wishbone isn't fair to see, 

And its full of wishes as it can be; 

But the wish thats been springing in my breast, 

Is the one I want more than all the rest. 

But there's an old bird they call the Raven, 
He croaks his song like some old craven, 
And these are the words he seemed to say, 
"It can't be done, too much delay." 

He's perched on that "wishbone" high and dry. 
He scratches his head, and bats his eye; 
Smooths down his feathers and says with a croak, 
"It can't be done. You're too near broke." 

Now that "wishbone" is holding its own 
Against the odds — till that bird has flown. 
That bird may be wise and some "go-getter," 
But that "wishbone" will go him just one better. 



B^hat Maue ^au Bane aTottay? 

HAT have you done today ? 
Have you heeded your country's call? 
Have you given the best you had to give ? 
Or have you given at all ? 
Do you know the joy of a task well done 
As daylight fades and the night comes on 
Have you sought your rest 
With a soul so blest? 
What have you done today? 

They are waiting in that other land 

To hear what we've done today 

Shall we fail them now 

When Victory is theirs 

Shall Old Glory be trailed in the dust? 

Have we counted the cost 

And the long, long hours 

What they have suffered 

The gain — the loss, 

They are fighting for us 

They are dying for us 

But they never falter 

They keep the trust, 

Now! What have we done today? 

And when they return, these heroes of ours 

When the bells ring out and each shall shout 

A welcome glad — to each brave lad. 

Where will we stand that day? 

Can we greet them there with smiling face 

Can we look in their eyes with honest grace 

Can we grasp each hand 

With a grip that hurts 

For what we have done today ? 



"1. C & Nam" 

HAT shall it be! What shall it be, 
I looked at Sis — Sis looked at me. 
I thot of all that I had worn 
Of clothes now old, and rent, and torn 
And then of this — "Come Sis ! said I — 
We'll view among them as they lie, 
On chairs and beds and in wooden presses, 
So hand in hand, dear Sis and I 
Surveyed my dresses. 

"There's one I wore in 1902, 

We never could make that one do. 

That one of blue is far too tight 

I'm sure I'd look just like a fright. 

The white chiffon w'ith slip of yellow 

Was surely made for some other fellow. 

And that old black lace with jet passementerie 

Is quaint enough for the sixteenth century." 

And so we looked the whole lot through 
There wasn't a dress we thought would do; 
So we wrote a note in courteous way 
To the bride-to-be, that very day, 
That we could not attend her wedding. 
But down town soon we would be wending 
A wedding present to be sending, 
For this is a tale that has no ending. 

The tale of a dress too old for mending. 
With never a friend who would be lending 
A gown for the wedding, without offending. 
And so I shall stay at home that night 
And wonder why this terrible plight. 
And weep and sigh, 'till I look a fright 
And promise myself 'ere another night 
I'll have a gown — be it ever so tight. 



Now this is a tale of womans' woes, 
The longer it runs, the wors.e it grows. 
From the time of the fig-leaf dress of Eve's 
To the modern dress without any sleeves. 
We plan and figure the styles to change 
Until we're bereft of any brains, 
And wonder why we do not care 
For the gowns that are, like the gowns that were- 
Does it mean that we'll always break our necks 
To outshine others, tho it leaves us wrecks? 




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